Most books, like their authors, are born to die; of only a few books can it be said that death hath no dominion over them; they live, and their influence lives forever.
J. Swartz
Un once de noviembre a las siete
De la noche
Hombres armados dispararon
Sin reproches
Contra la gente del municipio
De Segovia
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
I'm scared, so scared
I'm scared, I'm scared, I'm scared
As the years roll away
And the price that I paid
And the straws slips away
Chuyện tình đôi ta như thuyền xa bến đỗ
Anh đưa em về đâu? Trên suốt nẻo đường tình
Chuyện tình ngày xưa em trách ai hững hờ
Hay vì gian dối nhau, mơ chuyện tình mai sau
Dòng đời trôi qua, cho dù bao cách trở
Em ơi con đường xưa xa khuất những hẹn hò
I took the same route to school.
I’m almost late again, even though I woke up at six AM.
I’ve been dreaming of something that right now is still nothing
but it could become my world once the day is through.
She could become my everything or a whisper in my ear
across a highway. I would cross a highway to catch you.
Little girl, face all black and blue
But she knows better
That's not the way a man should treat you
But that's ok, she'll change her life tonight
She's leaving him
For a woman who will treat her right
Anh có nhớ không anh
Vào một tháng tư buồn
Mây đen phủ muôn nơi
Ngày nước Việt tang tóc
Em có nhớ không em
Một ngày tháng tư buồn
After all the corridors are darkened
When the royal crown is off your head
To your chambers I will creep not a word we will speak
Just love me while the fire light dances 'round the bed
Well there is danger in this passion
Because the king can never never know
See the moonlight sparkle on the snow
The fireplace in afterglow
It's winter, another winter
The air's become so crisp and clear
All the chidren dress themselves
Well, since my baby left me
Well, I found a new place to dwell
Well, it's down at the end of Lonely Street
At Heartbreak Hotel
Where I'll be--where I get so lonely, baby
Well, I'm so lonely
It's a long trip alone over sand and stone
That lie along the road that we all must travel down
So maybe you could walk with me a while
And maybe I could rest beneath your smile
Everybody stumbles sometimes and needs a hand to hold
